Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 68 What’s supposed to come has come.

"Tsk tsk..."

The gray wolf looked down at the empty bowl in his hand, then looked at Umarov who was still devouring the lamb chops and legs, and his eyebrows twitched unconsciously.

"Sang, look at him... He ate all the mutton in our freezer in two days, and he brought in ten kilograms of mutton this morning. He eats more than a polar bear..."

Song Heping also saw it, and he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

This guy, Disaster Star, really eats a lot.

The first meal I had on the day I arrived was 15 pounds of lamb legs and three large loaves of bread.

At first the cook thought it was because of his good pickling skills.

Later I found out that it was because the disaster star ate too much.

This is simply a starving ghost reincarnated.

Fifteen pounds of mutton for every meal, never less.

And no other meat.

He didn't even look at the salad.

The freezer can hold 100 kilograms of mutton, which used to be enough for five people to eat for a week and still have some left over.

It’s only been three days since the disaster came and the bottom has been reached.

Fortunately, the defense company now has some money to cover the cost, otherwise I really wouldn’t dare to provide meals for this guy.

Song Heping looked at his watch. It was seven thirty in the morning.

We will leave for Hassan Oil Field in two hours.

The preparations these days have kept me very busy.

Buy arms and cars everywhere.

Today, I finally finished buying it.

In addition, passes and related gun ownership procedures must be processed for the 60 newly recruited local mercenaries from Irigo.

Because the Green Zone is a relatively sensitive security area, it is divided into several areas, and the security pass levels in different areas are different.

For security reasons, people carrying guns in Irigo also need to obtain documents. Otherwise, if you encounter a coalition outpost or mobile patrol on the road with a gun, if you cannot produce relevant documents, those sensitive soldiers can just shoot you without taking any responsibility.

Now Song Heping felt that it was absolutely worth it for the chef to hire Ferrari with a monthly salary of 20,000 US dollars. If it weren't for his connections in the United Security Council, it would probably not have been done so quickly.

Of Saif's five million bonus, the five people involved in the operation each received six hundred thousand, leaving two million US dollars as working capital. Wood Energy Company paid 90% of the nine hundred thousand monthly security fee in advance as a deposit, so there is no financial pressure at the moment.

When formulating the battle plan, Song Heping checked the time of oil field attacks in that area and the analysis report of the local security situation in the past three months, and found that it was really difficult to earn the $90 security fee from Wood Company.

There are two most important oil fields in the north, one is the slightly smaller Hassan oil field, and the other is a larger oil field. This time, Wood Company won the five-year operating rights of these two oil fields.

It seemed like a good deal, but when Song Heping saw the analysis of the public security situation and armed forces, his CPU immediately burned out.

In addition to the provisional government and the coalition forces, there are three rebel forces in the area.

One is the Kurdish armed forces supported by Turkey.

One group is the former government army suicide squad of Shadamu.

The most complex force is the autonomous alliance force.

The reason why the last force is the most complex is that there are more than a dozen factions within them. Some of them do not support Shadamu and hate the coalition forces. Some factions are influenced by Persian forces. Some are local tribal armed forces. They are purely eyeing their own territory after Shadamu's fall and do not have many political demands.

There is also a part that is the most troublesome, that is the extreme faction. They are the most powerful in combat, have the most extreme ideas, like to play with IEDs and car bombs the most, and believe that they can get a virgin daughter in heaven.

This faction looks down on any other armed forces in Irigoe. They think that the other side is a traitor, so basically anyone who falls into their hands will be killed without exception. The method of killing is also the most cruel direct video beheading.

In such a war-torn place, even if there is gold buried, I am afraid that few people can dig it out and get it.

It was difficult to confront these armed factions, which often numbered in the hundreds, with only sixty men. Even if they could hold on, it would come at a heavy price. The good news was that Wood Company had hired two mercenary groups to provide security services.

The Hassan and Cook oil fields are not far apart. If something happens to one of the oil fields, the other oil field can send mobile troops to reinforce.

In addition, they can directly call for support from the coalition forces stationed in Titrit, about 100 kilometers away from the oil field, or call for support from the military's A10 Warthog attack aircraft or even AC-130 gunships.

As long as the two mercenary groups can hold out for about an hour, air support will definitely arrive.

With complete air superiority, as long as the coalition planes come over, the militants will definitely flee.

The bad news is that another mercenary group stationed in the Cook Oil Field area is the British "Mad Dog" mercenary group led by old enemy "Mad Dog" Rice.

At nine o'clock, when they were about to leave, Song Heping received a long-distance call on his mobile phone.

As soon as he saw the number, his brows immediately frowned.

It was an unfamiliar phone number, and the area code was the same as the county where my sister lived.

Due to financial reasons, the communication between the brother and sister has always been through Song Heping calling home. Since international long-distance calls are very expensive, his sister, who has always lived frugally, would not take the initiative to call him.

Since there was a fight, there must be something wrong, and it must be a big deal.

He quickly found an empty corner and answered the phone.

I heard my sister's slightly nervous voice from the other end.

"Brother, the police came to me last night and asked about you."

"What?"

Although Song Heping was confused, he vaguely felt that something was wrong. He even had an intuition telling him that this must be related to the incident in the newspaper when he arrested Seif.

In fact, Song Heping has always felt like a thorn in his back about this matter, and it is because of this.

You should know that being a mercenary is a legal taboo in China, and there are also gray areas in the regulations on this matter. That is, if someone joins and engages in the mercenary industry in a country where mercenaries are legalized and follows formal procedures, and is not involved in any crime, he or she will not be held criminally liable.

But what is legal and what is not illegal?
This is the gray area.

I have killed so many people in previous operations.

Is it illegal or not?

He didn't know what to do.

"What did they ask?"

"They didn't ask too many questions. They just asked if you were working abroad and wanted to get to know a little bit about your situation. I told them you were doing business there, but they didn't seem to believe me... Also, my second brother called me and said someone came to his school and asked the same question..."

"Sang! Let's go!"

The cook yelled from the side of the car, jabbing the watch on his wrist.

Song Heping glanced at the time and it was indeed time to leave.

He quickly warned his sister, "Next time you ask, just say I'm indeed abroad, but you don't know what job I do. Got it?"

He didn't want to implicate his sister, so even if something happened to him, he had to distance himself from his younger siblings.

"Call your second brother later and tell him that if anyone comes looking, tell him to say the same thing. Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I have to go deliver some goods. I'll call you when I'm free. Don't call me anymore. Also, I'll transfer some money to you. Use it to pay off our family's debts."

"elder brother……"

Before his sister could ask any more questions, he had already cut off the conversation, turned off his phone, and ran towards the cooks.

"Okay, here I come!"

　Fourth update!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)